The Birds - Swervedriver

In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness

And when everyone winds me up I just can’t wind down

And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp

The sun makes my eyes burn

And it must be my turn

To fly with the birds this time

Saturday’s nation is rife with anticipation

Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world

But I don’t mind the rain

'Cause I was born on an aeroplane

Balloon ride over landslides

It’s April, I’m 18

And flying with the birds in a dream

Make an electric connection as lightning strikes

Angels' wings not once but twice

Point blank refusal, the earth moves I turn her head

Plant life gone wild over British monuments

Something is burning

Somebody’s learning

To fly with the birds tonight

Solomon flies tonight

Cape to coast, wings in full flight

He’s flying home with the birds tonight

In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness

And I just can’t wind down